Page 162 of War and his Queen


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“Answer.” He remains passive, but I know he’s anything but.

“We did.” Callihan releases a laugh, and my teeth crack from how hard my jaw snaps tight. “For years. You can’t take that away.” His bushy brows curve inward when he smirks. “What we did to her? She has to live with for years.”

I nod slowly, lifting my shoulders in a shrug. “Point well made.” The blood coursing through my veins is all I can hear for a brief moment.

His next words stop me, and my eyes fly straight to him. “You think she doesn’t hate you, War? She will hate that you weren’t the one who saved her. She would whisper it in my ear every night I’d take her pussy. For fourteen days. She whispered your name as I drove my cock through her ripe cunt, listening to her prayers that you would come. You didn’t. You failed her more than anyone else—” My knife leaves my hand and with a loud thud, the sharp end pins the base of his cock to the wooden board.

His pain rips through his mouth with a scream. That’s nothing. Barely a warm-up.

I blink past the empty ache that his words left behind. Fuck. “Moses, you have four minutes to make her hurt.”

“I set the timer!” Stella calls from behind us with a giggle.

Priest bares his teeth around a smirk. “Four minutes?”

“Wait!” Callihan groans. “I didn’t kill her! I didn’t kill any of your worthless children! Even though I’m sure she killed one of mine…”We know she killed one of yours.Fucker.

Vaden clucks his tongue at him, circling the board. “Wrong thing to say.”

“Please,” he whispers. “Please don’t kill her. I didn’t kill Halen! I just—”

“You just what?” The rage of my anger roars so close to his face that he cowers. His cheeks pale. “Raped her?” I lower my voice to a sarcastic whisper. “Stuck your dick inside of her so many times that you made her want to kill herself? Made them all fuck each other in front of your group of little fucking clowns?”

Eli clears his throat from the patio.

I step back once more, not surprised at the way I lost my shit. “An eye for an eye, maybe?”

My head turns to where Moses has her wriggling in his grip.

The begging starts, before tears stream down her cheeks and smudge what was left of her makeup. Her age is fixed into the leather of her skin, but even then, she doesn’t look as old as sore dick here.

My head bends as I follow the lines of her body. “You ever been fucked by a King?”

Another throat clear and I spin around to see Halen glaring right at me, a burnt marshmallow hovering an inch from her lips.

“Huh.” I turn back to Callihan. “Well, aren’t you lucky that my girl is the jealous kind. Moses.” I keep my eyes on the piece of shit in front of me, relishing in the sound of flesh beingripped open. There’s a short pause, before what I’m guessing are chunks of organs and bodily fluids that splatter to the ground.

Callihan’s mouth falls open as shock spreads over his face. But just like the calm to a storm, his screams are loud enough for the veins on the side of his neck to pop.

I blaze another cigarette. “Priest. The kid.”

Callihan wails, his head bowing between his shoulders. “I don’t give a shit about her.”

I nod once more, squinting around the smoke. “Cool.”

He spits. “Kill her. I don’t care. It was my Tricia who I cared for. Nothing else.”

I share a look with Vaden. The question we both want to ask ourselves seems ridiculous, but it could be true.

My fingers are around the handle of my blade as I pull it out of Callihan’s limp dick with a spray of blood. I don’t want him to pass out.

I flick the end of my knife toward the girl. “What’s your name?”

With tattoos marked over her skin and bloodstained brunette hair, her bottom lip quivers.

“Zadie. My name is Zadie, and that monster—” She coughs loudly, but blood cackles from her lungs. “Isnotmy father.”

“Is that true?” I ask, staring between the two.

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